Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose deliberately mixed messages. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose encircling individual politicians whilst being careful to shore up the wider Tory-liberal project. Choose waving away a decade of austerity. Choose your friends. Choose "counting is an inexact science". Choose precarity. Choose blaming the public. Choose divide and rule. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future.